VAmpire twilight

1.New In town

  Esme was driving us all to the airport. It was a very rainy day. We were moving from Phoenix to a small town named Forks that exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of AmLadea. I loved the rain and the cold air. I loved the way rain smells."Are you all ready for this change"? Esme asked not really giving us a choice but to be ready. We all nodded our heads. Carlisle was driving Edward,Jasper, and Emmett to the airport behind us. Alice, Rosaile, and I always wanted to just be without the guys and just have time with Esme. We finally got on the airplane. It was a four-hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle, another hour in a small plane up to Port Angeles, and then an hour drive back down to Forks. The thing was we already had the cars we drove to the airport in forks waiting for us, because Carlisle and Esme drove the cars to Port Angeles. By the time we got to Port Angeles airport,they were waiting for us at the airport. Like I said before we had about another hour in a half to get to our destination. When we finally arrived we started to take everything in the house. It took five trips to get all my stuff upstairs. All the rooms were really big. I called the room on the fourth floor to the west part of the house. It was the right size for me and my stuff. Alice's room was right next to mine,except her room was five rulers away from mine. There was an empty room in between me and Alice. "What are we going to do with that room". Alice was always so eager to decorate anything she could get her hands on. "Let's turn it into a split office, I'll have the left side and you have the right". I didn't mind one office if I was sharing with Rosalie but I would have to have my own side of my own if I was going to be sharing with Alice. After settling everything down. We sat in our rooms for an hour. Of course since Alice was by me, I only got thirty minutes to myself until Alice came dangerously close to my room. " Your room looks pretty, lame can I PLEASE decorate your room". "Sure, but don't go overboard" . I would usually never let Alice decorate my stuff but she said please and that's how I know she'll do something I know I can handle. "You have to get out though". She ordered. I did as told and went to the office room that was already done to my surprise. I liked the way she put our names on our side of the room. Thirty five minutes passed and Alice once again came dangerously close to the office with a dangerous smile. "Okay I'm done Willow". She was dancing towards the room. To my shock she really didn't do that much. She painted the wall behind the bed with the whole entire family. "SOOOO". She asked so eagerly. "It's cool". I said I still stund. By the time I was settled again it was time for me to start thinking about school.Forks High School had a frightening total of only three hundred and fifty seven,now sixty two students; there were more than seven hundred people in my junior class alone back home. All of the kids here had grown up together — their grandparents had been toddlers together. I would be the new girl from the big city, a curiosity, a freak.Maybe, if I looked like a girl from Phoenix should, I could work this to my advantage. But physically, I'd never fit in anywhere. I should be tan, and all in the girly stuff. Instead, I was pale-skinned, with Jet black hair. I had always been a nice sized girl, but soft somehow, and Cold Skinned. I went to the bathroom to clean myself up after the day of travel.I looked at my face in the mirror as I brushed through my hair. I didn't relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth was that I didn't relate well to people, period. Even Esme, who I was closer to than anyone else on the planet, was never in harmony with me, never on exactly the same page.

Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the

rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain. But the cause didn't matter. All that mattered was the effect. And tomorrow would be just the beginning. Thick fog was all I could see out my window in the morning. You could never see the sky here. Esme and Carlisle wished us all good luck at school. We thanked them, knowing their hope was wasted. Good luck tended to avoid me. Carlisle left first, off to the hospital. After he left, we sat at the big glass table and examined the enormous kitchen, with its dark paneled walls, bright yellow cabinets, and white linoleum floor. Esme had painted the cabinets most likely before we moved her to bring some sunshine into the house. Over the large fireplace in the adjoining enormous sized family room.I didn't want to be too early to school, but I couldn't stay in the house anymore. I donned my leather jacket and headed out into the rain. It was just drizzling still, not enough to soak me through immediately as I reached for the house key that was always hidden under the eaves by the door, and locked up. The sound of my jean boots was satisfying. I couldn't pause and admire the house again as I wanted. Alice, Rosalie and I took the Mercedes ,while Emmett, Jasper,and Edward took the Jeep. Finding the school wasn't difficult, though I'd never been there before. The school was, like most other things, just off the highway. It was not obvious that it was a school; only the sign, which declared it to be the Forks High School, made me stop. It looked like a collection of matching houses, built with maroon-colored bricks. There were so many trees and shrubs I couldn't see its size at first. Where was the feel of the institution? I wondered nostalgically. Where were the chain-link fences, the metal detectors? I parked in front of the first building, which had a small sign over the door reading FRONT OFFICE. No one else was parked there, so I was sure it was off limits, but I decided I would get directions inside instead of circling around in the rain like an idiot. I stepped unwillingly out of the toasty truck cab and walked down a little stone path lined with dark hedges. I took a deep breath before opening the door.inside, it was brightly lit, and warmer than I'd hoped. The office was small; a little waiting area with padded folding chairs, orange-flecked commercial carpet, notices and awards cluttering the walls, a big clock ticking loudly. Plants grew everywhere in large plastic pots, as if there wasn't enough greenery outside. The room was cut in half by a long counter, cluttered with wire baskets full of papers and brightly colored flyers taped to its front. There were three desks behind the counter, one of which was manned by a large, Golden-haired woman wearing glasses. She was wearing a purple t-shirt, which immediately made me feel overdressed.The Golden-haired woman looked up. "Can I help you?" "I'm Willow Cullen," I informed her. "Of course," she said. She dug through a precariously stacked pile of documents on her desk till she found the ones she was looking for. "I have your schedule right here, and a map of the school." She brought several sheets to the counter to show me. She went through my classes for me, highlighting the best route to each on the map, and gave me a slip to have each teacher sign, which I was to bring back at the end of the day.When I went back out to my truck, other students were starting to arrive. I Drove around the school, following the line of traffic. I was glad to see that most of the cars were older like mine, nothing flashy. At home I'd lived in one of the few lower-income neighborhoods that were included in the Paradise Valley District. It was a common thing to see a new Mercedes or Porsche among the students a lot. The nicest car here was a shiny Volvo, and it stood out. Still, I cut the engine as soon as I was in a spot, so that the thunderous volume wouldn't draw attention to me. I looked at the map in the truck, trying to memorize it now; hopefully I wouldn't have to walk around with it stuck in front of my nose all day. I stuffed everything in my bag, slung the strap over my shoulder, and sucked in a huge breath. I can do this, I lied to myself feebly. I kept my face pulled back into my hood as I walked to the sidewalk, crowded with teenagers. My plain black jacket didn't stand out, I noticed with Relief. Once I got around the cafeteria, building three was easy to spot. A large black "3" was painted on a white square on the east corner. I felt my breathing gradually creeping toward hyperventilation as I approached the door. I tried holding my breath as I followed two unisex raincoats through the door. The classroom was small. The people in front of me stopped just inside the door to hang up their coats on a long row of hooks. I copied them. They were two girls, one a porcelain-colored blonde, the other also pale, with light brown

hair. At least my skin wouldn't be a standout here. I took the slip up to the teacher, a tall, balding man whose desk had a nameplate identifying him as Mr. Mason. He gawked at me when he saw my name — not an encouraging response — and of course I flushed tomato red. But at least he sent me to an empty desk at the back without introducing me to the class. It was harder for my new classmates to stare at me in the back, but somehow, they managed. I kept my eyes down on the reading list the teacher had given me. It was fairly basic: Brontë, Shakespeare, Chaucer, Faulkner. I'd already read everything. That was comforting . . . and boring. I wondered if my Esme would send me my folder of old essays, or if she would think that was cheating. I went through different arguments with her in my head while the

the teacher droned on. After two classes, I started to recognize several of the faces in each class.There was always someone braver than the others who would introduce themselves and asked me questions about how I liked Forks. I tried to be

diplomatic, but mostly I just lied a lot. At least I never needed the map.

One girl sat next to me in both Trig and Spanish, and she walked with me to

the cafeteria for lunch. She was tiny, several inches shorter than my five feet

four inches, but her wildly curly dark hair made up a lot of the difference

between our heights. I couldn't remember her name, so I smiled and nodded as

she prattled about teachers and classes. I didn't try to keep up.We sat at the end of a full table with several of her friends, who she introduced to me. I forgot all their names as soon as she spoke to them. They seemed impressed by her bravery in speaking to me. The boy from English Lade, waved at me from across the room.

It was there, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to make conversation with seven

curious strangers, that I first saw them. Alice and the rest of my siblings came in the cafeteria door waiting for me. As I rised to go to them I noticed everyone was staring our way. I crossed to the other side of the room. "So I see you made friends and nearly forgot". Alice said, making a joke that none of us laughed at. We sat at an empty table that was close to the exit doors. We never ate food because we hunt animals and eat them that way. "You know we have harder times around humans since we're-" I cut Alice off so nobody would hear her. "Not now Alice"! I snapped, causing her to hesitate. Finally lunch was over. I went to the gym next. When I finally got to the gym I went straight to the girl's locker room. I dropped my stuff and went to class. The Gym teacher, Coach Clapp, found me a uniform but didn't make me dress down for today's class. At home, only two years of P.E. were required. Here, P.E. was mandatory all four years.I watched four volleyball games running simultaneously. The final bell rang at last. I walked slowly to the office to return my paperwork. The rain had drifted away, but the wind was strong, and colder. I wrapped my arms around myself. The door opened again, and the cold wind suddenly gusted through the room, rustling the papers on the desk, swirling my hair around my face. The girl who came in merely stepped to the desk, placed a note in the wire basket, and walked out again."How did your first day go?" The receptionist asked maternally. "Fine," I lied, my voice weak. She didn't look convinced. When I got to the truck, it was almost the last car in the lot.I waited for Alice and Rosalie and headed straight home.